‘If I don’t kiss you now, Rebecca, I’m going to have to go for a very long, very cold shower,’ he said.
‘Kiss me, then,’ she said, the long, hard length of his body flush against hers.
His mouth met hers and in her head she could have sworn she heard a sizzle, but then she gave herself up to the delicious feel of his lips coaxing hers.
She began undoing the buttons of his shirt and he laughed, laying a hand over hers.
‘Impatient, much?’
‘I’ve seen it all before,’ she said, peeling back the fabric and pressing her lips to his smooth, firm chest, giving in to the fantasy she’d had for a couple of weeks now.
His hands edged underneath her T-shirt and she squirmed with pleasure as the gentle touch sent electric tingles spiralling across her body. Inching the soft fabric up, his fingers danced in tiny rhythmic circles, drawing her in, making her crave more.
She pushed his shirt from his shoulders and helped him shuck out of it, reaching up to take his mouth once more before he wrestled her T-shirt over her head, trying to minimise the loss of skin contact.
His hands grazed down her arms, and he lowered his head to kiss the swell of her breasts. His lips teased her, as his hands now stroked her waist and slid to her hips, holding her fast. She took in a deep, shuddery breath as he pushed aside her bra and his hot, wet mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue swirling the sensitive nub. She clutched at him, her hands sinking into his hair as he sucked on her tender flesh, tiny needles of desire digging their way into her. A murmur of desperation escaped from her. Then a louder groan when his hand slipped betweenher legs, stroking the seam of her denim shorts. The quick shock of lust made her grind down into his hand, and she felt the heat burning between her legs.
He lifted his head and kissed her again, open-mouthed and leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world.
She ground against his hand again, and he pulled back, his eyes full of unholy glee. ‘Where’s the fire?’
Impatient and determined, she kissed him to shut him up and with quick, determined fingers, opened his jeans and slid her hand inside the zip to caress the length of him, encased in jersey boxers.
‘Mmm,’ he groaned and pushed his hips towards her. She stroked him a few times, feeling him harden. His grip on her tightened and his tongue tangled with hers. Her breasts ached and her core burned.
‘The fire’s right here,’ she murmured, tugging at his jeans and sliding them down his long lean thighs.
Suddenly, he pushed her away and yanked his jeans back up. She gasped and was momentarily taken aback and confused before he gave her a cheeky wink, stepped toward her again, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her down the hall to one of the open doors that led to a bedroom.
He paused before the bed and then, completely defying her expectation, slowly slid her down his body, capturing her mouth again before he gently slid the zip of her shorts down, and then eased the denim down her legs. She was uncertain for a minute as he helped her step out of her shorts and then gently pushed her down on the bed.
She looked up at him, taking in the broad, tanned chest and the narrow hips. His eyes met hers and she watched as he took his jeans off, never losing eye contact.
It was hot, hotter than anything she’d ever seen before. He was totally uninhibited and his gaze was fixed on her, as if hecouldn’t tear his eyes from her. It was sexy, empowering and such a turn on. He knelt on the bed and still with his eyes on her he hooked either side of her panties with his hands and eased them down, caressing her thighs, her calves and shins as he did.
She held her breath, catching her lip between her teeth as he began to kiss his way back up, inch by inch, light stubble grazing her skin, gently opening her thighs. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer, although she had no idea to whom. The silence in the room was electric and then he paused and she almost cried out with disappointment.
He waited and waited. She opened her eyes. And he grinned up at her. ‘That’s better.’
Looking up at her, like the devil he was, he lowered his mouth onto her skin and she felt the heat of his breath, the pressure of his tongue as it found her clit. She lifted her hips towards him and let out a long, breathy moan. Then he gripped her hips with both hands, holding her firm while his mouth plundered her, sucking, nibbling and soothing. It was only when her ragged cries turned to incoherent murmurs of his name that he stopped and pulled away. She looked at him, pleadingly.
Then, with the wickedest of smiles, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. ‘Is that all you can take?’
Much as every fibre in her wanted to tell him she could take whatever he could give, her body was desperate for fulfilment.
‘I want you. Now,’ she said, clutching his shoulders and trying to haul him up.
‘I could make you beg,’ he said, one hand finding its way through her wet folds with another spine-tingling touch.
‘You could, but you’d live to regret it,’ she said through gritted teeth.
‘Next time,’ he said and dropped a kiss on her breast, taking another long, lazy tug at her nipple. She squirmed and gasped as he gave her a nip.
Then he took a condom from the bedside table and sheathed himself with matter-of-fact efficiency, for which she was very grateful because now all she wanted was to feel him inside her.
Felipe lifted her hips and eased his cock into her, then looked into her eyes, his pupils darkening, and pushed, hard and firm, until he was at the very core of her and she met him thrust for thrust. Then they were racing, matching each other. Hot, hard and fast, their breaths rasping in the warm air.
He came first with a loud groan, holding fast as she pulsed around him, turned inside out by the burst of emotion and pleasure that rocketed through her like an explosion.
